FROM   THE   LIBRARY   OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON   THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


Section        O  /  0  J 


^  OF  ps/ljj 
HOMK  APR  27 1935 


SONG    BOOK. 


PREPARED  FOR  THE  USE  OF  THE  CHILDREN 


HOME  FOR  THE  FRIENDLESS. 


NEW  YORK: 
AMERICAN    FEMALE    GUARDIAN    SOCIETY, 

NEW    BIBLE   HOUSE,   EIGHTH   ST.   &.   FOURTH    A.V. 
1857. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1857, 
by  the 

AMERICAN  FEMALE  GUARDIAN  SOCIETY, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States 
for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


MILLER     &     HOLMAN, 

Printers  and  Stereotypers,  N.  Y. 


PREFACE. 


This  little  volume  has  been  compiled  expressly  for 
the  children  of  the  Home.  It  comprises  a  portion 
of  the  Hymns  and  Songs  that  have  become  most 
familiar  to  many  of  the  dear  ones  while  with  us, 
who  are  now  scattered  abroad  in  the  wide,  wide 
world,  and  from  whom  we  often  receive  the  request 
that  some  of  the  Songs  they  used  to  sing  at  the 
Home  may  be  sent  to  them. 

As  these  Songs  are  associated  in  their  young  minds 
with  the  first  impressions  received  in  our  school- 
room—  with  beloved  teachers,  helpers,  and  friends 
met  here ;  with  Sabbath  hours,  festal  days,  Chris- 
tian counsel,  lessons  of  love  and  kindness,  parting 
scenes,  and  all  the  hopes,  fears,  woes,  and  joys  that 
early  childhood  knows  when  marked  by  strange  re- 
verses—  it  has  been  thought  best  to  print  them  in 
the  present  form,  irrespective  of  other  merit  than 
may  be  found  in  this  consideration.  Where  the 
authorship  has  been  known,  due  credit  is  given,  and 
if  any  license  has  been  taken  in  selecting  from  other 


Vlll  PREFACE. 

juvenile  collections — not  strictly  allowable,  if  pub- 
lished for  the  trade  —  the  specific  object  for  which 
they  are  used  will  doubtless  serve  as  a  sufficient 
apology. 

The  absent  and  far  distant,  to  whom  this  little 
book  is  sent,  and  those  to  whom  it  is  handed  as  a 
parting  gift,  are  desired  to  keep  it  as  a  small  token 

of  love  from  the 

Managers  of  the  Home. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES, 


A  farmer's  life  is  the  life  for  me, 

A  home  for  the  friendless !  a  safe,  quiet  spot 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven  {music), 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep,    - 

As  shepherds  flocks  were  tending, 

Behold,  oh  God !  this  little  band, 
By  thy  fireside,  gentle  lady, 

Cannot,  Edward,  did  you  say  1     - 
Child,  you're  old  enough  to  know, 

Dear  father,  ere  we  part,       .... 


41 

22 

92 
77 
28 

51 
17 

31 

59 

74 

Dear  friends,  do  you  know,  that  to  pay  for  our  buildmg,        49 

Each  flower  holds  up, 44 

Elate  with  joy  and  gladness, 18 

Friends,  you're  welcome  to  our  sight,  21 

Here  we  learn  of  God  and  heaven,      ....  64 

How  bright  the  day,  the  joyful  day,  57 
How  kind   are  the  words   which  our  Saviour  has 

spoken  (music), 95 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest,  -        -  74 

I  am  a  boy  just  eight  years  old, 26 

I  am  father  of  the  waters, 37 

If  ever  I  see, 43 


X  INDEX. 

If  it  is  sweet  on  earth  to  meet, 52 

I  had  a  mother,  kind  and  good, 23 

I  knew  a  widow,  very  poor, 70 

In  humble  accents,  Lord,  we  sing  (music),          -        -  102 

I  saw  a  little  child  at  play  (music),  80 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old,       -        -  78 

I  want  a  mother,  teacher  dear, ]4 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 72 

Jesus  little  children  blesses, 61 

Jesus,  tender  shepherd,  hear  me,  57 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move,  77 

Lightly  tread,  lightly  tread, 39 

Little  child,  do  you  love  Jesus  ?  (music)      -        -  110 

Little  children,  love  each  other  (music),       -        -       •-  104 

Little  children,  when  the  evening,       .        ...  53 

Little  drops  of  water, 68 

Little  travelers  Zionward, 60 

"                   "              (music),               ...  90 

Lo!  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night  (music),  97 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray,  76 

Morn  amid  the  mountains, 65 

My  dear  little  child, 48 

Of  parts  of  speech,  grammarians  say,  35 

Oh  !  there  is  no  spot  on  this  green  earth  so  sweet,    -  19 

Oh !  there  was  once  a  little  boy,          ....  40 

Oh  !  welcome,  welcome,  festal  day,  42 

On  the  goods  that  are  not  thine,  29 

O,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways,  73 

Our  God  who  kept  us  through  the  night,  62 

Patrons  dear,  and  teachers  kind,  24 

Patrons,  teachers,  as  we  meet  you,  27 

See  the  kind  shepherd,  Jesus,  stands,          ...  66 


INDEX.  XI 

Some  famous  schools  I  know  there  are,  33 

Sweet  music  cheers  the  spirit, 32 

Thanksgiving  is  a  happy  day, 50 

The  child  who  dares  to  risk  his  soul  (music),       -        -  106 

The  day  is  gone,  the  night  is  come,      ....  55 

The  home,  the  home,  that  blessed  place,  25 

There  is  a  happy  land  (music), 84 

There  is  a  voice  on  every  breeze  (music),    -        •        -  103 

The  Sabbath  school's  a  place  of  prayer  (music),  -        -  87 

The  stars  are  fading  from  the  sky,  45 

This  is  to  us  a  pleasant  home, 15 

This  world  is  not  so  bad  a  world,          ....  69 

Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part,  64 

'Tis  a  lesson  you  should  heed, 67 

To  the  chapel  we  have  come, 63 

Very  little  ones  are  we  (music), 113 

We  all  love  one  another, 56 

We  are  all  reading,  read,  read,  reading,  36 

We  children  enjoy  every  hour  of  the  day,  30 

We  lay  thee  in  the  silent  tomb  (music),        -        -        -  115 

We'll  not  forget  to  thank  you, 13 

We  study  physiology, 33 

We  will  be  what  you  will  make  us,  20 

We  wish  you  "  Merry  Christmas,"  29 

When  General  Washington  was  young,  46 

When  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne  (music),        -        -  108 

When  Sabbath' s  sacred  morning  light  (music),    -        -  81 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 59 

With  joy  we  meet, 47 


SONGS  FOR  THE  SCHOOL-ROOM, 


[Original. 

1.  WE'LL  NOT  FORGET  TO  THANK  YOU, 

Tune. — "We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible." 

We'll  not  forget  to  thank  you, 

0  friends  and  Patrons  dear, 
Who  love  the  famished  child  to  feed 

And  dry  the  orphan's  tear. 

Through  the  highways  and  hedges, 
With  pitying  eye  you  sought, 

And  found  us  in  our  low  estate, 
And  to  your  Refuge  brought. 

We'll  not  forget  to  bless  you — 

The  memory  of  your  care 
Shall  mingle  with  our  morning  praise, 

And  with  our  nightly  prayer. 


14  THE     HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

Yes,  wheresoe'er  we  wander, 

O'er  life's  uncertain  way, 
You,  like  the  sunbeam  and  the  star, 

Shall  guide  us,  lest  we  stray. 

If,  to  our  glorious  Saviour, 

We  by  your  hand  are  led, 
And  taught  to  give  our  hearts  to  Him, 

Who  here  for  sinners  bled, 

We'll  meet  you  where  He  dwelleth, 

We'll  hail  you  in  the  sky, 
And  our  sweet  gratitude  shall  live, 

When  these  frail  bodies  die. 

L.  H.  SIGOURNEY. 


2.  I  WANT  A  MOTHER. 

I  want  a  mother,  Teacher  dear, 
To  speak  to  me  again, 

And  with  her  loving,  gentle  voice, 
To  soothe  me  when  in  pain. 

I  want  to  lay  my  aching  head 
Upon  her  own  kind  arm, 

And  look  into  her  smiling  face, 
And  feel  secure  from  harm. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  15 

It  is  not  very  long  ago, 

Her  heart  was  close  to  mine, 
But  now,  they  say,  she's  in  her  grave, 

And  cannot  speak  again. 

Kind  Teacher,  is  there  not  for  me, 

Some  other  mother  dear, 
That  I  may  love,  and  mind,  and  please  % 

Will  you  not  bring  her  here  $ 

The  world  will  sure  look  bright  to  her, 

While  she  shall  dwell  below, 
Who  pities  little  ones  like  me, 

And  soothes  the  orphan's  woe. 

S.  R.  I.  B. 

[Oiginal. 

THE  HOME  CHILDREN'S  APPEAL. 

Tune.— "The  Harp  that  once  through  Tara's  Halls." 

This  is  to  us  a  pleasant  Home, 

More  bright,  more  happy,  far, 
Than  any  we  have  known  before ; 

But  Teacher  says  there  are 
Sweeter  kinds  of  homes,  where  dwell 

Good  Fathers,  Mothers  dear — 
Where  childhood's  songs  in  music  swell 

On  the  enraptured  ear. 


16  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

And  Teacher  says,  those  homes  so  bright, 

With  all  the  love  that  stirs 
A  parent's  heart,  may  cast  their  light 

On  these  dear  ones  of  hers. 
We're  waiting  now,  dear  friends,  to  see, 

If  you  to  us  incline, 
We're  listening  now  to  hear  you  say, 

"  This  boy  or  girl  is  mine." 

Oh,  could  we  kiss  a  mother's  cheek, 

Or  climb  a  father's  knee  ; 
Love,  such  as  lips  could  never  speak, 

Our  hearts  would  give  to  thee ; 
For  some  of  us  had  parents  kind, 

But  death  and  hunger  came,  [twined, 

And,  though    we    with   their   heart-strings 

They  yielded  up  the  name. 

We  have  been  here  a  few  short  weeks, 

But  here  we  may  not  stay ; 
And  anxiously  each  child  now  seeks, 

To  know  where  points  its  way. 
Soon,  other  throngs  of  homeless  ones 

Will  need  a  shelter  here, 
Who'll  take  us,  daughters,  and  us,  sons  ? 

Pray  tell  us,  Teacher  dear. 

a.  c.  L. 


THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK.  17 

[Original. 

4,  "BY  THY  FIRESIDE,  GENTLE  LADY," 

Tune. — "Mount  Vernon." 

By  thy  fireside,  gentle  lady, 
Is  there  not  some  vacant  seat, 

Where  a  little,  homeless  orphan, 
May  with  kindly  greeting  meet  ? 

We  are  lonely,  gentle  lady, 

And  our  thoughts  are  very  sad, 

Will  you  take  us  home,  and  love  us? 
Then  our  hearts  will  be  so  glad. 

Will  you  let  us  call  you  Mother  ? 

Very  dear  that  name  would  be — 
Jesus  said  of  little  children, 

"  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me." 

We  would  come  to  Jesus,  lady, 
But  our  wayward  steps  will  stray. 

Gentle  lady,  will  you  lead  us  ? 
Teach  our  infant  feet  the  way  ? 

Then,  amid  the  shining  angels, 

Very  lovely  wilt  thou  be, 
When  in  death  the  Saviour  whispers, 

"  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me." 

EFFIE   JOHNSON. 

2* 


18  THE      HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

[Original. 

5.     SONG  OF  THE  HOME  CHILDREN. 

7s  &  6s.— Tune.— "Millennial  Dawn:' 

Elate  with  joy  and  gladness, 

We  come  with  willing  feet, 
From  our  loved  institution, 

Where  homeless  children  meet, 
Our  friends  and  generous  patrons 

To  welcome  here  to-day, 
And  in  this  pleasant  chapel 

To  chant  our  simple  lay. 

We'd  number  many  hundreds, 

Within  this  temple  fair, 
If  all  our  band  were  gathered, 

Your  pleasant  smiles  to  share. 
We're  orphaned,  poor,  and  needy, 

But  we  would  learn  the  way 
To  walk  in  paths  of  virtue, 

And  never  from  them  stray. 

We'd  learn,  as  years  come  o'er  us, 

Like  you,  to  do  our  part, 
To  banish  all  the  evils 

That  make  the  tear-drops  start 
From  eyes  of  hapless  children, 

Wherever  they  may  roam — 
That  peace  may  be  their  portion, 

And  Heaven  their  happy  home. 

S.  R.  I.  B. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  19 

[Original. 

6.     THE  HOME  OF  THE  HOMELESS. 

Tune. — "Home,  sweet  Homey 

Oh  !  there  is  no  spot  on  this  green  earth  so  sweet, 
As  the  place  where  with  comfort  and  kindness  we 

meet: 
If  friendless,  forsaken,  or  wretched  we  roam, 
When  that  spot  we  have  found  we  will  call  it  our 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
We  will  call  it,  will  call  it,  will  call  it  our  home. 

The  orphaned,  the  beggared,  the  homeless,  we 

stand — 
We  have  drank  our  chill  tears  to  a  crust  in  our 

hand; 
From   the  haunts   of  the  wretched  we  eagerly 

come — 
So  young,  and  so  helpless — to  seek  for  a  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
We  seek  for  a  home. 

We've  found  it !    wre've  found  it  !    how  happy 

are  we, 
That  God,  in  his  mercy,  has  blessed  us  to  see 
These  friends,  who,   to  greet  us,  so  cheerfully 

come, 


20  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

And  proffer,  with  kindness,  the  homeless  a  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
For  the  homeless  a  home. 

Our  Father  in  Heaven,  we  ask  Thee  to  be 

A  friend  to  these  friends  who  are  laboring  for 

thee : 
Bless  them,  and  bless  us,  wheresoever  we  roam, 
And  at  last,  in  thy  presence,  oh  grant  us  a  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
In  heaven,  in  heaven,  in  heaven  a  home ! 

E.  W.  ROGERS. 

7,  WE  WILL  BE  WHAT  YOU  WILL  MAKE 

US. 

We  will  be  what  you  will  make  us ; 

Make  us  wise  and  make  us  good, 
Make  us  strong'for  time  of  trial, 
Teach  us  temperance,  self-denial, 

Patience,  kindness,  fortitude. 

Look  into  our  childish  faces, 

See  you  not  our  willing  hearts  ? 
Only  love  us,  only  lead  us, 
Only  let  us  know  you  need  us, 
And  we  all  will  do  our  parts. 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  21 

We  are  thousands,  many  thousands, 

Every  day  our  ranks  increase ; 
Let  us  march  beneath  your  banner, 
We're  the  legion  of  true  honor, 
Combating  for  love  and  peace. 

Train  us,  try  us,  days  glide  onward — 
They  will  ne'er  be  ours  again ; 

Save  us,  save  from  our  undoing, 

Save  from  ignorance  and  ruin, 
Make  us  worthy  a  good  name. 

8,  THANKS  TO  PATRONS, 

Tune. — " Bruce1 s  Address.'' 

Friends,  you're  welcome  to  our  sight — • 
We  behold  you  with  delight ; 
You  have  made  our  pathway  bright 
By  your  early  care. 

Once  we  had  no  pleasant  home, 
Food  or  raiment  scarcely  none, 
Friendless  wanderers  did  we  roam — 
Sad  our  lot  to  bear. 

By  your  work,  and  generous  deed — 
By  your  thought  of  what  we  need, 
We  from  want  and  woe  are  freed — 
Guarded  safely  here. 


22  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

Taught  and  trained  as  we  should  go, 
While  we  sojourn  here  below, 
All  the  paths  of  peace  to  know — 
Only  sin  to  fear. 

Let  us,  then,  our  voices  raise 
In  thanks  to  friends — to  Jesus  praise, 
Grateful  to  our  latest  days 
For  the  Home  we  share. 

s.  R.  I.  B. 

[Original. 

9.       HOME  FOR  THE  FRIENDLESS. 

Tune. — ''■Portuguese  Hymn." 

A  Home  for  the  Friendless !  a  safe,  quiet  spot ! 
Vain,  vain  was  the  search,  the  earth  offered  it  not ; 
No  home  for  the  homeless,  no  refuge  was  found, 
Save  the  watch-house  or  prison,  or  on  the  cold 
ground. 

A  Home  for  the  Friendless !  it  rose  like  a  star ! 
It  shed  its  bright  beams  o'er  the  cheerless  afar 
The  wand'rer  who  caught  its  first  glimmering  ray, 
Found  the  night  of  his  darkness  was  changing  to 
day! 

No  longer  in  vain,  on  the  wings  of  the  gale, 
The  orphaned  and  homeless  send  forth  their  sad 
wail ; 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  23 

For  kind  hearts  have  heard  those  sad  moans  of 

distress, 
And  angels  of  mercy  are  waiting  to  bless. 

Oh   ye,  who  now  gaze  on   your   offspring  with 

pride, 
Who  nestle  them  fondly  and  close  to  your  side, 
Remember  the  lone  ones,  as  homeless  they  roam, 
And  bid  them  now  hie  to  their  own  quiet  Home. 

And  there,  bereaved  parents,  your  footsteps  now 

wend, 
To  seek  from  among  them  a  child  to  befriend, 
To  fill  the  sad  void  in  your  heart  and  your  home, 
To  bless  by  your  love,  and  for  others  make  room. 

A. 

Spoken.]  [Original. 

10.  "I  HAD  A  MOTHER." 

Tune. — "  Auld  Lang  Syne." 

I  had  a  mother  kind  and  good, 
And  though  I  am  quite  small, 

If  you  will  listen  to  her  praise, 
I'll  tell  it  to  you  all. 

My  mother,  when  I  was  a  babe, 
She  watched  me  while  I  slept, 

And  oft,  with  soft  and  gentle  hand, 
She  wiped  the  tears  I  wept. 


24  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

And  that  same  hand  did  hold  me  up, 

When  I  began  to  walk — 
What  joy  there  sparkled  in  her  eyes, 

When  first  she  heard  me  talk. 

I  had  some  pretty  little  books, 
She  taught  me  how  to  spell, 

And,  oh  !  how  pleased  my  Mother  was, 
When  lessons  were  said  well. 

And  oh  1  my  Mother  knelt  with  me, 
And  taught  me  how  to  pray, 

And  put  my  little  hands  up  so, 
And  told  me  what  to  say. 

My  dearest  Mother  !  in  my  heart, 
Thy  memory  still  shall  be, 

While  I  do  pray  that  I,  at  last, 
In  Heaven  may  be  with  thee. 


[Original 


II.  PATRONS  DEAR. 

Tune. — "  Bruce's  Address." 

Patrons  dear,  and  Teachers  kind, 
In  our  grateful  hearts  enshrined ; 
To  your  love,  and  tender  care, 
Thanks  for  what  we  are. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  25 

Once  our  home  was  in  the  street, 
And  we  had  no  food  to  eat, 
Clothing  scant,  and  feet  all  bare, 
For  us  none  did  care. 

Now,  we  read,  and  write,  and  sew — 
You  have  taught  us  what  we  know, 
May  our  Heavenly  Friend  above 
Bless  you  with  his  love. 

12.  THE  HOME,  THE  HOME. 

Tune. — "  Stmday- School." 

The  Home,  the  Home,  "  that  blessed  place, 

Oh,  I  would  rather  stay 
Within  its  walls,  a  child  of  grace, 

Than  spend  my  hours  in  play." 

CHORUS. 

The  Home  for  the  Friendless,  the  Home  for 
the  Friendless, 

Oh !  'tis  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule 

Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

'Tis  there  I  learn  that  Jesus  died 

For  sinners  such  as  I ; 
Oh !  what  has  all  the  world  beside, 

That  I  should  prize  so  high. 


26  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise, 
And  songs  of  praise  be  given, 

To  Him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 
For  such  a  blessing  given. 

And  welcome,  then,  the  blessed  "  Home, 
We'll  read,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

That  we  may  keep  the  golden  rule, 
And  never  from  it  stray." 


Spoken.]  [Original. 

13  EIGHT  YEARS  OLD. 

I  am  a  boy  just  eight  years  old, 

A  son  of  patriot  sires, 
Who  loved  their  country — so  I'm  told — 

And  were  of  freedom  heirs. 

If  I  were  old  enough  to  vote, 

One  thing  I'd  surely  do; 
I'd  go  for  temperance  out  and  out, 

And  'gainst  oppression,  too. 

I  guess  I'd  make  Nebraska  free, 

And  Kansas — if  I  could — 
And  join  the  few  who  nobly  try 

To  make  the  people  good. 


THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK.  27 

My  youthful  friends  are,  one  and  all, 

Tee-total  Maine-law  boys, 
And  by  the  pledge  we'll  stand  or  fall, 

'Mid  manhood's  cares  and  joys. 

S.  K.  I.  B. 

[Original. 

14.  LINES  FOR  CHRISTMAS. 

Tune. — "  Greenville." 

Patrons,  Teachers,  as  we  meet  you, 

We  remember  all  your  care ; 
And  the  hearts  of  those  who  greet  you 

Thank  our  friends  that  we  are  here. 

We  all  wish  you  "  merry  Christmas," 

And  a  happy,  happy  year : 
Very  often  God  has  blest  us, 

As  He  heard  your  daily  prayer. 

Now  we  rise*  as  one,  in  token 

Of  the  gratitude  we  feel — 
Gratitude,  though  all  unspoken, 

That  our  lives  may  yet  reveal. 

For  your  gifts,  and  kind  tuition, 
And  the  time  and  toil  you've  given, 

May  you  reap,  in  full  fruition, 

Eich  rewards  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

S.  R.  I.  B. 

*  Children  rise  here. 


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15.  ANOTHER. 

As  shepherds  flocks  were  tending, 

By  night  upon  the  plains, 
Sweet  angel-voices  blending 

Were  heard  in  heavenly  strains. 
And  all  the  place  was  lighted 

By  glory  like  the  sun — 
The  shepherds  were  affrighted, 

And  trembled  every  one. 

But  soon  the  angel  voices 

The  joyous  tidings  say, 
The  heavenly  host  rejoices, 

For  Christ  is  born  to-day. 
In  Bethlehem  you  shall  find  him, 

A  Saviour  for  us  all ; 
The  swaddling-clothes  now  bind  him, 

He's  lying  in  a  stall. 

Go  seek  the  Heavenly  stranger, 

Proclaim  the  glorious  word, 
Bow  down  beside  the  manger, 

And  worship  Christ  the  Lord ; 
To  God  be  highest  glory ! 

And  peace,  good-will  to  men ! 
Shout,  shout  the  joyous  story ! 

Till  millions  shout  again ! 

E.  C.  B. 


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[Original. 

16.  LINES  FOR  A  LITTLE  BOY  OR  GIRL. 

Tune. — "  The  rosy  light  is  dawning." 

We  wish  you  "  merry  Christmas !" 

We're  very  happy,  too — 
Your  generous  gifts  have  made  us 

Eejoice  to-day,  with  you. 

We're  needy  little  children ; 

Bat  One  who  reigns  above 
Became  as  poor  as  we  are, 

To  bless  us  with  his  love. 

May  He  reward  your  kindness, 

And  multiply  your  store, 
That  many  poor  and  friendless 

May  praise  Him  evermore. 

S.  R.  I.  B. 

17,  A  GOOD  NAME  IS  A  JEWEL. 

On  the  goods  that  are  not  thine 
Do  not  dare  to  lay  thy  finger ; 

On  thy  neighbor's  better  things 
Let  no  wistful  glances  linger. 

Pilfer  not  the  smallest  thing ; 

Touch  it  not,  howe'er  thou  need  it, 

Though  the  owner  have  enough, 

Though  he  know  it  not,  nor  heed  it. 
3* 


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Taste  not  the  forbidden  fruit, 
Though  resistance  be  a  trial ; 

Grasping  hand  and  roving  eye 
Early  teach  them  self-denial. 

Upright  heart,  and  honest  name, 
To  the  poorest  are  a  treasure 

Better  than  ill-gotten  wealth, 

Better  far  than  pomp  or  pleasure. 

Poor  and  needy  though  thou  art, 
Gladly  take  what  God  has  given, 

With  clean  hand  and  humble  heart 
Passing  through  the  world  to  Heaven. 

[From  the  Singing  Bird. 

18.  ENJOY  EVERY  HOUR. 

We  children  enjoy  every  hour  of  the  day; 
We  laugh  and  we  chat,  and  we  read  and  we  play, 
We  shout  and  we  whistle,  we  jump  and  we  sing, 
And,  clatter,  clatter,  we  make  all  the  ears  round 
us  ring. 

And  pray,  wherefore  not?  there  is  coming  a  time 
When  we  shall  no  longer  be  gay  and  in  prime ; 
And  when  we  are  older,  we'll  then  be  more  prim, 
And  pacing,  pacing  demurely,  look  stately  and 
trim. 


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Ah !  there  goes  the  sun  to  his  bed  in  the  west, 
And  brother,  our  pillows  both  wait  to  be  pressed ; 
Good  night!  pleasant  dreams!  and  sweet  sleep  all 

the  night ; 
To-morrow,  morrow,  we'll  rise  with  the  first  rosy 

light. 

[Selected. 

19,  TRUST  AND  TRY. 

Tune. — "Greemoood." 
"  Cannot,"  Edward,  did  you  say ! 
Chase  the  lazy  thought  away ; 
Never  let  that  idle  word 
From  your  lips  again  be  heard. 
Take  your  book  from  off  the  shelf — 
God  helps  him  who  helps  himself: 
O'er  your  lesson  do  not  sigh — " 
Trust  and  try — trust  and  try. 

"  Cannot,"  Edward  ?     Say  not  so ; 
All  are  weak,  full  well  I  know ; 
But,  if  you  will  seek  the  Lord, 
He  will  needful  strength  afford ; 
Teach  you  how  to  conquer  sin, 
Purify  your  heart  within. 
On  your  Father's  help  rely — 
Trust  and  try — trust  and  try. 

"  Cannot,"  Edward  ?    Scorn  the  thought, 
You  can  do  whate'er  you  ought ; 


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Ever  duty's  call  obey, 
Strive  to  walk  in  wisdom's  way. 
Let  the  sluggard,  if  he  will, 
Use  the  lazy  "  carmot"  still ; 
On  yourself  and  God  rely — 
Trust  and  try — trust  and  try. 

[The  Song  Book  of  the  School-room. 

20.  MUSIC. 

TuifE. — "Missionary  Hym ?i." 

Sweet  music  cheers  the  spirit, 

And  joy  speaks  out  in  song, 
It  gpves  the  timid  courage, 

It  makes  the  feeble  strong. 
It  soothes  the  anxious  bosom, 

It  brings  the  weary  rest, 
Disarms  the  base  and  evil, 

And  better  makes  the  best. 

The  elements  speak  music 

In  every  leafy  grove, 
And  all  the  birds  in  music 

Are  telling  forth  their  love. 
To  us  who  here  are  singing 

Have  human  minds  been  given, 
And  we  should  feel  that  music 

Is  but  a  voice  from  Heaven. 


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[Selected. 

21.  THE  HOME  SCHOOL 

Tune. — u  Away,  Away  to  School.'' 

Some  famous  schools  I  know  there  are, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
But  this  dear  school  is  better  far, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
Than  all  the  schools  in  all  our  land, 
Now  see  us  here,  a  happy  band, 
Hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

Hurrah!   hurrah!  hurrah! 

Our  teachers  strive  to  do  us  good, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah ! 
You'd  love  them,  too,  I  know  you  would, 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  hurrah! 
If  you  could  all  their  kindness  see. 
Of  all  the  schools,  this  school  for  me, 
Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah ! 

Hurrah !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

[Selected. 

22.  PHYSIOLOGY. 

Tune. — "Dan   Tucker." 
We  study  Physiology, 
And  practice  what  we  learn,  you  see, 
Our  finger  joints  we  nimbly  move, 
For  exercise  is  what  we  love. 


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CHORUS. 

So  up  we  go,  down  we  go, 

Up  we  go  all  together, 

Here  we  learn  to  love  one  another. 

Our  wrists,  we  think,  were  made  to  use, 
But  we  their  strength  should  not  abuse, 
Our  elbows,  dear  !  what  should  we  do, 
Without  an  elbow-joint  or  two. 

Chorus. 
Our  shoulder-joints  are  better  still, 
See,  how  they  move  to  suit  our  will, 
Our  necks  we  turn  which  way  we  please, 
And  we  can  bow  with  grace  and  ease. 

Chorus. 
Our  jaws  and  lips,  and  tongue  can  spring, 
Or  else  we  could  not  talk  or  sing, 
Our  eyelids  wink,  and  wink,  and  wink, 
Our  eyes  roll  quite  enough,  we  think. 

Chorus. 
Our  feet  have  learned  one  motion  more, 
So  they  pat  lightly  on  the  floor, 
Our  hands  a  prettier  sound  shall  make, 
To  show  you  that  we're  wide  awake. 

CHORUS. 

So  up  we  go,  down  we  go, 

Up  we  go  all  together, 

Here  we  learn  to  love  one  another. 


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23.  A  LESSON  IN  GRAMMAR. 

Tune. — "Yankee  Doodle.'1 

Of  parts  of  speech,  grammarians  say, 

That  nine  is  but  the  number, 
Whether  we  speak  of  men  or  things, 

Hear,  see,  smell,  feel,  or  slumber. 
A  Noun  is  a  name  of  any  thing, 

Of  person,  place  or  nation  ; 
As  man  and  tree,  and  all  we  see, 

That  stand  still,  or  have  motion. 

The  Articles  are  A  and  The, 

By  which  these  nouns  we  limit ; 
A  tree,  the  man,  a  pot,  the  pan, 

A  spoon  with  which  to  skim  it. 
The  Adjective  then  tells  the  kind, 

Of  every  thing  called  noun,  sir, 
Good  boys  or  bad,  girls  glad  or  sad, 

A  large  or  a  small  town,  sir. 

The  nouns  can  also  agents  be, 

And  Verbs  express  their  actions ; 
Boys   run  and  walk,  girls  laugh  and  talk, 

Read,  write,  tell  wholes  or  fractions. 
To  modify  these  verbs,  again, 

The  Adverb  fits  most  neatly ; 
As,  James  correctly  reads  or  writes, 

And  Jane,  she  sings  so  sweetly. 


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The  Pronoun  shortens  what  we  say, 
And  takes  the  place  of  names,  sir, 

With  /,  thou,  he,  she,  we,  you,  they, 
When  sentences  we  frame,  sir. 

Conjunctions  next  we  bring,  to  join 
These  sentences  together ; 

As,  John  and  James  may  go  to  town, 

'    If  it  should  prove  good  weather. 

With  Nouns  and  Pronouns  we  have  need 

To  use  the  Preposition  ; 
"Which  set  before,  or  placed  between, 

Expresses  their  position. 
The  Interjection  helps  to  express 

Our  joy  and  sorrow  too,  sir, 
As  when  we  shout  hurrah  !  or  cry, 

Alas!  what  shall  we  do,  sir? 

24,  READING  SONG. 

We  are  all  reading,  read,  read,  reading, 
,We  are  all  reading  in  our  reading-school, 
and  we  all  sit  very  still 

As  we  look  our  lessons  o'er ; 
For  the  books  we've  got  to  master 

Are  more  than  half  a  score. 
So  we're  all  reading,  read,  read,  reading, 
So  we're  all  reading  in  our  reading-school. 


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We  are  all  writing,  write,  write,  writing, 
We  are  all  writing  in  our  writing-school :   *: 
Hold  the  pen  and  pencil  free, 

Make  the  letters  smooth  and  plain ; 
If  we  write  our  copies  badly, 

We  must  write  them  o'er  again. 
So  we're  all  writing,  etc. 

We  are  all  reckoning,  reckon,  reckon,  reck- 

'ning, 
We  are  all  reck'ning  in  our  reck'ning-school. 
Three  and  four  and  five  are  twelve, 

Two  times  twelve  are  twenty-four ; 
That's  a  little  sum  we  reckon — 

We  can  reckon  fifty  more. 
We  are  all  reck'ning,  etc. 

25.         SONG  OF  THE  MISSISSIPPI. 

Tune. — "Uncle  Sam's  Farm." 

I  am  father  of  the  waters, 

Many  children  dwell  with  me ; 
If  I  call  them  all  together 

We  can  whip  the  Gulf  and  Sea. 
Here's  my  little  son  St.  Peter's  ; 

There  St.  Croix  comes  out  to  play ; 
Upper  Iowa  and  Chippewa 

Are  dancing  o'er  the  way. 


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Ho !  come  along,  come  along, 

Don't  be  afraid ! 
Come  from  hill  and  mountain, 

Over  rock  and  glade  ! 
Though  the  land  we  must  water,  and 

The  boats  carry  free, 
Our  force  is  plenty  big  enough 

To  whip  the  Gulf  and  Sea. 

Come,  Wisconsin,  little  Turkey, 

Wapsipinicon,  hurrah  ! 
Hock,  Red  Cedar,  and  Iowa, 

Let's  be  ready  for  the  war ! 
Come,  Des  Moines,  awake,  and  rally 

Every  brook  from  every  hill ; 
Illinois,  bring  all  your  children — 

We  must  try  the  ranks  to  fill. 
Ho  !  come  along,  etc. 

Great  Missouri !  many  children 

Sleep  with  you  in  forests  wild ; 
Wake,  and  call  them  to  the  conflict, 

Stalwart  youth  and  prattling  child ; 
Little  Jefferson  and  Madison, 

And  Gallatin,  awake ! 
Call  up  Dearborn  and  Maria; 

The  North  Mountain,  too,  we'll  take. 
Ho !  come  along,  etc. 


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Bring  the  Musclesliell,  and  Milk,  and 

Porcupine ;  bring  Yellow  Stone 
With  his  Big  Horn,  Tongue,  and  Powder ; 

We  must  muster  every  one. 
Where's  the  White  Earth,  Little  Missouri, 

Cannon  Ball  and  Welawhoo  ? 
Stir  them  up !  and  rouse  Chayenne,  and 

White,  and  Running  Water,  too. 
Ho !  come  along,  etc. 

Here's  the  James,  Sioux,  and  Little  Sioux, 

The  Soldier,  Boyer — see  ! 
They  are  springing  forth  for  action, 

Full  of  life  and  full  of  glee  ! 
There's  the  Platte,  the  Kansas,  Osage, 

Gasconade,  and  several  more. 
Now,  Missouri,  let's  be  moving 

To  the  work  that  lies  before. 
Ho  !  come  along,  etc. 

[Selected. 

LIGHTLY  TREAD. 

Tune.— "Lightly  row." 

Lightly  tread,  lightly  tread, 
So  our  teachers  oft  have  said ; 

Softly  go,  softly  go, 

'Tis  the  law,  we  know ; 


40  THE      HO  ME      SONG      BOOK. 

Lightly  tread  the  echoing  floor, 
Lightly  shut  the  slamming  door, 

Lightly  all,  lightly  all, 

Let  our  footsteps  fall. 

Far  away,  far  away, 

We  may  run  and  jump  and  play, 

Laugh  and  shout,  laugh  and  shout, 

Childhood  ringing  out. 
But,  assembled  here  in  school, 
Let  us  all  obey  the  rule : 

Lightly  go,  lightly  go, 

Thus  our  love  we  show. 

Study  now,  study  now — 
Happy  heart  and  healthy  brow  ; 

This  the  time,  this  the  time, 

Now  in  youthful  prime. 
Wisdom,  goodness,  honor,  all, 
Childhood  to  obedience  call ; 

Let  us  all,  let  us  all 

Listen  to  the  call. 

[Selected. 

27.  HE  NEVER  TOLD  A  LIE. 

Tune—  "Allen  Street." 

Oh  !  there  was  once  a  little  boy, 
With  curly  hair  and  pleasant  eye, 


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A  boy  who  always  told  the  truth, 
And  never,  never  told  a  lie. 

And  when  he  trotted  off  to  school 
The  children  all  about  would  cry, 

"  There  goes  the  curly-headed  boy, 
The  boy  who  never  tells  a  lie." 

And  everybody  loved  him  so, 
Because  he  always  told  the  truth, 

That  every  day,  as  he  grew  up, 
'Twas  said,  "  There  goes  the  honest  youth." 

And  when  the  people  that  stood  near 
Would  turn  to  ask  the  reason  why, 

The  answer  would  be  always  this : 
"  Because  he  never  tells  a  lie." 

[Selected. 

28,  A  FARMER'S  LIFE, 

Tune. — "  Yankee  Doodle' 

A  farmer's  life  is  the  life  for  me, 

I  own  I  love  it  dearly, 
And  every  season,  full  of  glee, 

I  take  its  labor  cheerily. 
To  plough  or  sow,  to  reap  or  mow, 

Or  in  the  barn  to  thresh,  sir, 
All's  one  to  me,  I  plainly  see, 

'Twill  give  me  health  and  cash,  sir. 

4* 


42  THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  a  farmer's  life  is  the  life  for  me, 

I  own  I  love  it  dearly, 
And  every  season,  full  of  glee, 

I  take  its  labor  cheerily. 

A  farmer's  life,  then,  let  me  lead, 

Obtaining,  while  I  lead  it, 
Enough  for  self,  and  some  to  give, 

To  such  poor  souls  as  need  it. 
I'll  drain  and  fence,  nor  grudge  expense, 

To  give  my  land  good  dressing, 
I'll  plough  and  sow,  or  drill  in  row, 

And  hope  from  Heaven  a  blessing. 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  a  farmer's  life  is  the  life  for  me, 

I  own  I  love  it  dearly, 

And  every  season,  full  of  glee, 

I  take  its  labor  cheerily. 

[Selected. 

29.   OH!    WELCOME,   WELCOME,   FESTAL 
DAY! 

Tune.—"  Belleville:' 

Oh,  welcome,  welcome,  festal  day ! 
That  marks  our  years,  and  cheers  our  way. 
Kind  friends  and  teachers,  guardians  dear, 
Our  hearts  rejoice  to  see  you  here. 


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Kind  friends  and  teachers,  guardians  dear, 
Our  hearts  rejoice  to  see  you  here. 

To  you,  dear  friends,  whose  generous  aid 
Within  our  reach  good  books  have  laid, 
We  offer  thanks,  and  we  would  pray, 
That  God  would  bless  you  day  by  day, 
We  offer,  etc. 

Our  teachers  dear,  by  whose  kind  hand 
We're  pointed  to  the  spirit  land, 
If  there  one  note  to  mortals  rise, 
We'll  thank  you  in  those  upper  skies. 
If  there,  etc. 

We  know  these  earthly  ties  must  end — 
We're  taught  to  seek  in  Christ  a  friend, 
Whose  changeless  love  no  power  can  move — 
Oh,  Saviour,  shed  on  us  that  love. 
Whose  changeless  love  no  power  can  move, 
Oh,  Saviour,  shed  on 'us  that  love. 

[From  Songs  for  the  Little  Ones  at  Home. 

30.  IF  EVER  I  SEE, 

Tune. — "  Little  Bo-peep.' 

If  ever  I  see 
On  bush  or  tree, 


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Young  birds  in  their  pretty  nest, 
I  must  not  in  play- 
Steal  the  birds  away, 

To  grieve  their  mother's  breast. 

My  mother,  I  know, 

Would  sorrow  so, 
Should  I  be  stolen  away ; 

So  I'll  speak  to  the  birds 

In  my  softest  words, 
Nor  hurt  them  in  my  play. 

And  when  they  can  fly 

In  the  bright  blue  sky, 
They  will  warble  a  song  to  me ; 

And  then  if  I'm  sad, 

It  will  make  me  glad, 
To  think  they  are  happy  and  free. 

[Linden  Harp. 

31,  A  WATER  SONG. 

Tune. — "  Across  the  Lake." 

Each  flower  holds  up 

A  dainty  cup, 
To  catch  the  rain  and  dew ; 

The  drink  of  flowers, 

That  falls  in  showers, 
Is  just  the  drink  for  you, 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  45 

The  drink  of  flowers, 
That  falls  in  showers, 
Is  just  the  drink  for  you. 

The  stars  so  bright, 

That  gem  the  night, 
In  the  high  heaven  of  blue, 

Fling  down  their  beams, 

Upon  the  streams, 
Which  flow  with  drink  for  you,  etc. 

That  nightingale, 

Which  charms  the  vale, 
From  yonder  fountain  flew  ; 

The  song-bird's  drink, 

Should  be,  I  think, 
The  drink  for  birds  like  you,  etc. 

[Selected. 

32.         THE  STARS  ARE  FADING, 

Tune.— "Dan  Tucker." 
The  stars  are  fading  from  the  sky, 
The  mists  before  the  morning  fly, 
The  east  is  glowing  with  a  smile, 
And  nature,  laughing  all  the  while, 
Says,  Clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Night  is  gone  and  day  is  breaking. 


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The  cock  lias  crowed  with  all  his  might, 
The  birds  are  singing  with  delight, 
The  hum  of  business  meets  the  ear, 
And  face  to  face,  with  kindly  cheer, 
Say,  Clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Night  is  gone  and  day  is  breaking. 

The  bell  is  ringing,  haste  away, 
The  school  is  open,  leave  off  play, 
The  sun  of  knowledge  there  we  find, 
Arising  on  the  youthful  mind ; 
So,  clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way,  the  world  is  waking, 
Night  is  gone  and  day  is  breaking. 

33,  "WHEN  GENERAL  WASHINGTON." 

Tune. — "Auld  Lang  Syne." 
When  General  Washington  was  young, 

About  as  large  as  I, 
He  never  would  permit  his  tongue 

To  tell  a  wilful  lie. 

Once,  when  he  cut  his  father's  tree, 

He  owned  it  to  his  face, 
And  then  his  father  ardently 

Clasped  him  in  his  embrace. 


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He  told  his  son,  it  pleased  him  more 
To  find  him  own  the  truth, 

Than  if  his  tree  were  bending  o'er 
With  rich  and  golden  fruit. 

Then,  like  this  good  and  noble  youth, 

Whose  virtue  ever  shone, 
I'll  seek  the  paths  of  love  and  truth, 

And  all  my  faults  will  own. 

34.  INDEPENDENCE  HYMN. 

Tune. — "Joy." 

With  joy  we  meet, 

With  smiles  we  greet 
Our  schoolmates  bright  and  gay ; 

Be  dry  each  tear 

Of  sorrow  here — 
'Tis  Independence  Day. 

'Tis  freedom's  sound 

That  rings  around, 
And  brightens  every  ray ; 

Our  banner  floats, 

With  trumpet  notes, 
On  Independence  Day. 

While  thunder  breaks, 
And  music  wakes 


48  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

Its  patriotic  lay, 
At  temple-gate 
Our  feet  shall  wait 

On  Independence  Day. 

0,  who  from  home 
Would  fail  to  come 

And  join  the  children's  lay, 
When  praise  we  bring 
To  God  our  King, 

On  Independence  Day. 

For  Liberty, 
Great  God,  to  thee 

Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay ; 
*    For  thanks,  we  know, 
To  thee  we  owe, 

On  Independence  Day. 

35,     ADVICE  TO  THE  LITTLE  ONES. 

My  dear  little  child, 
Be  gentle  and  mild; 
For  what  can  you  get 
By  passion  or  pet, 
But  sorrow  and  shame, 
A  very  bad  name, 
The  loss  of  your  peace, 
And  guilt  in  its  place. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  49 

[Original. 

36,  BUY  A  BRICK! 

A    DONATION    SONG. 

Tune. — "Buy  a  Broom." 

Dear  friends,  do  you  know  that  to  pay  for  our 
building, 
The  bricks  we've   concluded   must   something 
avail, 
And  now  we  are  sure  that  you  all  will  be  will- 
ing, 
To  help  us  along  with  our  very  great  sale. 

Bay  a  brick !  buy  a  brick ! 
Oh,  buy  of  the  little  Home  children,  a  brick ! 

You  see  how  we   need  our  Home  Chapel,  we're 
crowded 
On    these  festal    days,   when  we   see  all  our 
friends ; 
We  need  our  Gymnasium,  the  sky's  sometimes 
clouded, 
And    fast-pattering  rain  on  our    play-ground 
descends. 

Buy  a  brick !  buy  a  brick ! 
Oh,  buy  of  the  little  Home  children,  a  brick ! 

And  then  there  are  coming  nice  boxes  so  many, 

We  need  a  new  store-room,  a  place  for  them 

all;— 
5 


50  THE     HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

And  those  quiet  chambers,  if  sick  we  have  any — 
The  Advocate  office,  and  work-room,  and  hall — 

Buy  a  brick !  buy  a  brick  ! 
Oh,  buy  of  the  little  Home  children,  a  brick ! 

Our  Home  is  so  near  the  Fifth  Avenue  dwell- 
ings- 
It  costs  so  much  cash  all  us  children  to  keep, 
We're  sure  you  will  think  that  the  Home  we  are 
selling, 
At  a  dollar  a  brick,  most  surprisingly  cheap ! 

Buy  a  brick  I  buy  a  brick  ! 
Oh,  buy  of  the  little  Home  children,  a  brick ! 

e.  m.  s. 


[Original. 

37.  THANKSGIVING  SONG  OF  THE  HOME 
CHILDREN. 

Thanksgiving  is  a  happy  day, 

To  us,  the  children  of  the  "  Home," 

For,  till  the  daylight  fades  away, 
To  see  us,  friends  and  patrons  come. 

They  bring  us  gifts,  they  on  us  smile ! 

They  fill  our  little  hearts  with  joy, 
And  sometimes  they  select  a  child, 

That  looks  like  their  lost  girl  or  boy. 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  51 

We're  sorry  for  those  friends,  who  come, 
All   dressed    in   black — they've   lost   their 
pet — 

But  should  they  take  me  to  their  home, 
I'd  try  to  help  them  to  forget. 

Our  patrons  dear,  we  thank  you  much 
For  Home,  and  care,  and  festal  days, 

"  The  acts  of  love  ye  do  for  such, 
Are  done  for  me,"  dear  Jesus  says. 

e.  m.  s. 

[Original. 

38,  SABBATH  HYMN. 

C.  M.— Tune.— "Eimeo." 
Behold,  oh  God,  this  little  band, 

Who  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fill  our  tender,  grateful  hearts, 

With  reverence,  love,  and  fear. 

Eescued  from  vice,  from  want,  from  woe, 

Thy  mercy  opened  wide 
A  blessed  Home  from  lone  despair, 

And  bid  us  there  abide. 

Benignant  God !  Thy  servants  bless, 
Whose  hearts  thou  hast  inclined, 

To  save  our  bodies  from  distress 
And  purify  the  mind. 


52  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

Great  Saviour !  who,  when  here  on  earth, 

Thy  kindness  did  express 
To  little  children  at  thy  feet, 

Who  came  to  thee  to  bless, 

Point  us  to  mansions  in  the  sky, 
Where  want  nor  sorrow  come  ; 

And  in  thy  blessed  asylum  placed 
Thy  Heaven  shall  be  our  home. 

[Original. 

39,  CHRISTIAN  CONVERSE. 

C.  M. — Tune. — "  There  is  an  Hour." 

If  it  is  sweet  on  earth  to  meet 
With  friends  and  kindred  dear, 

What  must  it  be  when  we  are  free 
From  sin,  and  grief,  and  fear. 

With  pure  delight  the  saints  in  light 

Engage  in  praise  divine, 
Mingle  their  songs  with  happy  throngs, 

Where  glories  round  them  shine. 

We  love  to  think,  while  on  the  brink 
Of  this  our  pilgrimage, 
There  is  a  joy  without  alloy, 
Which  can  our  grief  assuage. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  53 

Assurance  blessed,  a  holy  rest 

Awaits  each  pious  soul, 
Joys  that  endure,  forever  sure, 


While  endless  ages  roll. 

L.  M.  MELVILLE. 
[Wellspring. 

40.  PMYER. 

Little  children,  when  the  evening 

Falleth  with  its  quiet  shade, 
Over  tree-top,  sky,  and  steeple, 

Ere  your  little  heads  are  laid 
On  your  pillow  for  repose, 

'Neath  the  Father's  mighty  care, 
Bow  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee, 

Low  to  Him  in  fervent  prayer. 

Pray,  little  children,  pray. 

Little  children,  when  the  morning 

Poureth  o'er  the  eastern  hills 
Its  bright  flood  of  blessed  sunshine, 

Making  glad  the  fields  and  rills  ; 
Ere  you  leave  your  quiet  chambers, 

Pause,  and  kneel,  and  humbly  pray 
To  the  G-od  that  has  preserved  you 

To  behold  another  day. 

Pray,  little  children,  pray. 

Little  children,  when  temptation 

Cometh  with  its  tyrant  power, 
5* 


54  THE      HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

Pray  to  Him,  dear  little  children, 

A  In  that  dark  and  bitter  hour. 
He  will  then  disarm  the  tempter, 

Turn  from  you  his  poisoned  dart, 
And  with  grace  and  strength  triumphant, 
Make  his  throne  within  thy  heart. 

Pray,  little  children,  pray. 

Little  children,  when  stern  sorrow 

Lays  on  you  its  heavy  hand, 
Veiling  all  the  world  in  darkness, 

Veiling,  too,  the  better  land ; 
Go  to  Jesus,  little  children, 

He  will  soothe,  and  He  will  bless, 
He'll  revive  your  fainting  spirits, 

Whisper  peace  and  happiness. 

Pray,  little  children,  pray. 

Little  children,  when  His  summons 

Calls  you  from  these  scenes  away, 
Ask  Him  to  receive  your  spirits, 

Pray,  dear  little  children,  pray. 
Pray  that,  through  the  great  Redeemer, 

You  may  rise  to  life  and  light, 
And,  glad  hallelujahs  singing, 

Dwell  for  ever  in  His  sight. 

Pray,  little  children,  pray. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  .55 

[Selected. 

41.        A  CHILD'S  EVENING  PRAYER, 

Tune  — "  Ortonville." 
The  day  is  gone,  the  night  is  come, 

The  night  for  quiet  rest, 
And  every  little  bird  has  flown 

Home  to  its  downy  nest. 

The  robin  was  the  last  to  go, 
Upon  the  leafless  bough, 
v  He  sang  his  evening  hymn  to  God, 
And  he  is  silent  now. 

The  bee  is  hushed  within  the  hive, 

Shut  is  the  daisy's  eye ; 
The  stars  alone  are  peeping  forth 

From  out  the  darkened  sky. 

No,  not  the  stars  alone  ;  for  God 

Has  heard  what  I  have  said, 
His  eye  looks  on  his  little  child, 

Kneeling  beside  the  bed. 

He  kindly  hears  me  thank  Him  now, 
For  all  that  He  has  given, 
.  For  friends,  and    books,   and   clothes,  and 
food, 
But,  most  of  ail,  for  Heaven. 


56  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

There  I  shall  go  when  I  am  dead, 

If  truly  I  do  right ; 
There  I  shall  meet  all  those  I  love, 

As  angels  pure  and  bright. 


[Linden  Harp. 

42.  LITTLE  LOVING  ONES. 

We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another, 
Arid  keep  the  golden  rule ; 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  band  of  loving  ones, 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  loving  band. 

We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
Which  tells  us  what  to  do. 
Sing  on,  &c. 

We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 
We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 
We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 
Who  shed  for  us  His  blood. 
Sing  on,  &c. 

We  hope  to  get  to  Heaven, 
We  hope  to  get  to  Heaven, 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  57 

We  hope  to  get  to  Heaven, 
And  sing  the  songs  above. 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  band  of  loving  ones, 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  happy  band. 

[Selected. 

43.  CHILD'S  EVENING  PMYER. 

Tune. — "Lave  each  other." — "Bounding  Billow.1' 

'  Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me ! 
Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night ! 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me, 
Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light ! 

All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 
And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care ; 

Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warmed  and  fed  me — 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven, 

Bless  my  friends  I  love  so  well, 

Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  Heaven, 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 

[Selected. 

44,  EVENING  HYMN. 

How  bright  the  day,  the  joyful  day, 
When  all  the  good  shall  come, 

And,  clothed  in  robes  of  white  array, 
Meet  in  their  happy  home, 


58  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

Chorus — Meet  me  in  Heaven, 
Meet  nie  in  Heaven, 
Meet  me  in  Heaven, 
Where  we'll  never  part  again. 

Ah,  would  you  be  among  the  blest, 
Who  walk  the  golden  streets, 

Or  hang  upon  the  Saviour's  breast, 
Or  worship  at  his  feet. 
Chorus — Meet  me  in  Heaven,  etc. 

Then  wander  not  from  Jesus  Christ, 

And  tread  the  path  of  sin, 
Until  you  find  the  gate  of  woe, 
And  there  must  enter  in. 
Chorus — Meet  me  in  Heaven,  etc. 

Your  Teachers  cannot  bear  to  think 
Those  little  feet  may  slide 

Upon  the  dark  and  dreadful  brink 
Of  ruin's  sweeping  tide. 
Chorus — Meet  me  in  Heaven,  etc. 

Come  to  the  Saviour,  little  ones, 
And,  with  his  own  dear  flock, 
He'll  hide  you  when  temptation  comes, 
Safe  in  the  clefted  rock. 
Chorus — Meet  me  in  Heaven,  etc. 


THE     HOME      SONG      BOOK.  59 

[Selected. 

45.  CHILD,  YOU'RE  OLD  ENOUGH  TO  KNOW. 

Tuxe.— "Pleyel's  Hymn." 
Child,  you're  old  enough  to  know- 
That  you  need  a  Saviour's  love ; 
That  you  are  a  sinner,  too, 
All  your  wicked  actions  prove. 

When  you  feel  your  bosom  swell, 
Angry  passions  rise  within, 

And  your  lips  speak  what  you  feel, 
Something  tells  you  this  is  sin. 

Jesus  Christ  was  once  a  child, 
But  his  heart  was  pure  within, 

Always  gentle,  kind,  and  mild — 
Child,  you  must  be  just  like  Him. 

[Songs  of  Zion. 

46.  WHO  ARE  THESE  IN  BRIGHT  ARRAY. 

Tune.— "Ives." 
.Vho  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Kound  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour. 


60  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  afflictions  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  Name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 

Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 
Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 

And  forever  from  their  eyes 
God- shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

[Martyne. 

47,  LITTLE  TRAVELERS. 

Little  travelers  Zionward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest , 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits — 

Gives  the  crowns  his  followers  win — 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates ! 

Let  the  little  travelers  in ! 


THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK.  61 

Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view? 
I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land ; 

I  from  India's  sultry  plain  ; 
I  from  Afric's  barren  land  ; 

I  from  islands  of  the  main. 

All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky ! 
Each  the  welcome  "  come"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin ! 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  ! 

Let  the  little  travelers  in!" 


[Selected. 

48,  HOW  HE  LOVES. 

Tune.—"  Love  of  Jesus." 

Jesus  little  children  blesses, 

Oh  how  He  loves  ; 
Fondly  He  each  lamb  caresses, 

Oh  how  He  loves 
Would  you  wish  to  go  to  Heaven, 
Ask,  and  have  your  sins  forgiven, 


62  THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK. 

None  from  Him  were  ever  driven, 

Oh  how  He  loves,  how  He  loves,  how 
He  loves,  how  He  loves. 

He  will  listen  to  your  prayer, 

Oh  how  He  loves  ; 
Although  feeble,  if  sincere, 

Oh  how  He  loves  ; 
He  became  a  child,  to  sever 
You  from  sin  and  Satan  ever, 
Those  who  come  He'll  cast  out  never. 

Oh  how  He  loves,  how  He  loves,  how 
He  loves. 

[Original. 

49.  MORNING  HYMN. 

C.  M.— Tune.— "Ortonville.'' 
Our  God,  who  kept  us  through  the  night, 

Will  hear  our  morning  prayer, 
And  He,  who  sees  the  sparrow's  flight, 

Will  make  each  child  His  care. 

How  great  and  good  that  Being  is, 
Who  knows  each  wicked  thought, 

And  yet  so  many  blessings  gives, 
If  they  are  humbly  sought. 

The  Saviour  bids  young  children  come,- 
And  early  seek  his  grace ; 


THE     HOME     SONG    BOOK.  63 

For  infant  spirits  near  the  Throne 
Behold  his  Father's  face. 

Before  -that  Saviour  we  will  bow, 

His  gentle  voice  obey, 
To  ask  his  blessing  on  us  now, 

Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray, 

e.  m.  s. 

[Original 

50.  SABBATH-SCHOOL  HYMN. 

Tune. — "  Marty  n." 
To  the  Chapel  we  have  come, 
From  our  pleasant,  happy  Home, 
Grateful  that  the  Lord  of  light 
Watched  and  kept  us  through  the  night. 
Oh  !  how  much  more  blessed  are  we, 
By  God's  love  so  pure  and  free, 
Than  are  those  who  never  heard 
Of  the  Saviour  and  his  Word. 

We  are  taught  the  way  to  Heaven, 
In  the  Bible  God  has  given  ; 
And  we  learn  that  Jesus  gave 
His  own  life  our  souls  to  save. 
While  we  are  in  Sabbath-school 
We  will  mind  our  teachers'  rules, 
And  we  will  not  work  nor  play, 
On  God's  holy  Sabbath-day.       e.  m,  s. 


64  THE     HOME     SONG    BOOK. 

[Original. 

51.  EVENING  HYMN. 

7s.— Tune.— "Pleyel's  Hymn." 

Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part, 
Thou  whose  love  is  everywhere, 

Thou,  who  seest  every  heart, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer. 

Father,  fill  our  souls  with  love, 
Love,  unfailing,  full,  and  free, 

Love,  no  injuries  can  move, 
Love  that  ever  rests  on  Thee. 

Heavenly  Father,  through  the  night, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  ill ; 

Cheerful  as  the  morning  light, 
May  we  wake  to  do  thy  will. 

MRS.  FOLLEN. 
[Selected. 

52.  HERE  WE  LE/LRN  OF  GOD  AND 

HEAVEN. 

Tune. — "Granite  State.'" 

Here  we  learn  of  God  and  Heaven, 
How  our  sins  may  be  forgiven, 
Through  the  blood  of  Jesus,  given 
For  the  children  of  the  Home. 
Chorus — We're  a  band,  a  band  of  children, 
We're  a  band,  a  band  of  children, 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  65 

We're  a  band,  a  band  of  children, 
And  we  love  this  happy  home. 

May  we  strive,  by  good  behavior, 
How  to  gain  the  love  and  favor 
Of  the  ever  blessed  Saviour, 
In  this  dear  and  happy  home. 
Chorus — We're  a  band,  a  band  of  children,  etc. 

If  our  hearts  we  give  to  Jesus, 
He  will  never,  never  leave  us, 
But  to  glory  will  receive  us, 
To  Heaven,  our  happy  home. 
Chorus — We're  a  band,  a  band  of  children,  etc. 

[Linden  Harp. 

53.     MORN  AMID  THE  MOUNTAINS. 

Morn  amid  the  mountains  ! 

Lovely  solitude, 
Gushing  streams  and  fountains 

Murmur — God  is  good, 
God  is  good. 

Now  the  glad  sun,  breaking, 

Pours  a  golden  flood, 
Deepest  vales  awaking, 

Echo — God  is  good, 

God  is  good. 
6* 


66  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

Hymns  of  praise  are  ringing 
Through  the  lofty  wood ; 

Songsters,  sweetly  singing, 

Warble — God  is  good, 

God  is  good. 

Wake  and  join  the  chorus, 
Man  with  soul  endued  ! 

He,  whose  smile  is  o'er  us, 

God,  our  God  is  good, 

God  is  good. 


C.  M.  [Selected. 

54.        SEE  THE  KIND  SHEPHERD. 

See,  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands, 
With  all  engaging  charms  ; 

Hark  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 
Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 

For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

He'll  lead  us  to  the  heavenly  streams, 

Where  living  waters  flow ; 
And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields, 

Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 


Till-       HOME     SONG     BOOK.  67 

The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock 
Shall  be  its  Shepherd's  care ; 

While  folded  in  the  Saviour's  arms 
We're  safe  from  every  snare. 

55,  TRY  AGAIN. 

'Tis  a  lesson  you  should  heed, 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  at  first  you  don't  succeed, 

Try,  try  again ; 
Then  your  courage  should  appear, 
For,  if  you  will  persevere, 
You  will  conquer — never  fear ; 

Try,  try  again. 

Once  or  twice  though  you  should  fail, 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  at  last  you  would  prevail, 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  we  strive,  'tis  no  disgrace, 
Though  we  may  not  win  the  race ; 
What  should  you  do  in  that  case  ? 

Try,  try  again. 

If  you  find  your  task  is  hard, 

Try,  try  again ; 
Time  will  bring  you  your  reward ; 

Try,  try  again ; 


68  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

All  that  other  folks  can  do, 
Why,  with  patience,  may  not  you  ? 
Only  keep  this  rule  in  view : 
Try,  try  again. 

56.  LITTLE  THING* 

Little  drops  of  water, 
Little  grains  of  sand, 

Make  the  mighty  ocean 
And  the  beauteous  land. 

*     And  the  little  moments, 
Humble  though  they  be. 
Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

So  our  little  errors 
Lead  the  soul  away 

From  the  path  of  virtue, 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 

Little  deeds  of  kindness, 
Little  words  of  love, 

Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 

Little  seeds  of  mercy, 
Sown  by  youthful  hands, 

Grow  to  bless  the  nations 
Far  in  distant  lands. 


THE     HOME     SONG     BOOK.  69 

57.  THIS  WOULD  IS  NOT  SO  BAD  A  WORLD, 

This  world  is  not  so  bad  a  world 

As  some  would  like  to  make  it ; 
Though  whether  good,  or  whether  bad, 

Depends  on  how  we  take  it ; 
For  if  we  scold  and  fret  all  day, 

From  dewy  morn  till  even, 
This  world  will  ne'er  afford  to  man 

A  foretaste  here  of  heaven. 

This  world  in  truth's  as  good  a  world 

As  e'er  was  known  to  any 
Who  have  not  seen  another  yet — 

And  there  are  very  many ; 
And  if  the  men  and  women,  too, 

Have  plenty  of  employment, 
They  surely  must  be  hard  to  please, 

Who  cannot  find  enjoyment. 

This  world  is  quite  a  pleasant  world, 

In  rain  or  pleasant  weather, 
If  people  would  but  learn  to  live 

In  harmony  together, 
And  cease  to  burst  the  kindly  bond, 

By  love  and  peace  cemented, 
And  learn  that  best  of  lessons  yet, 

To  always  be  contented. 


70  THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

Then,  were  this  world  a  pleasant  world, 

And  pleasant  folks  were  in  it, 
The  day  would  pass  most  pleasantly, 

To  those  who  thus  begin  it ; 
And  all  the  nameless  grievances 

Brought  on  by  borrowed  troubles, 
Would  prove,  as  certainly  they  are, 

A  mass  of  empty  bubbles. 

58         THE  WIDOW'S  PIOUS  SON. 

I  knew  a  widow,  very  poor, 

Who  four  small  children  had ; 
The  eldest  was  but  six  years  old — 

A  gentle,  modest  lad. 
And  very  hard  this  widow  toiled, 

To  feed  her  children  four  ; 
An  honest  pride  the  woman  felt, 

Though  she  was  very  poor. 

To  labor  she  would  leave  her  home, 

For  children  must  be  fed  ; 
And  glad  was  she  when  she  could  buy 

A  shilling's  worth  of  bread. 
One  day,  when  snow  was  falling  fast, 

And  piercing  was  the  air, 
I  thought  that  I  would  go  and  see 

How  these  poor  children  were. 


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Ere  long  I  reached  their  cheerless  home : 

'Twas  searched  by  every  breeze ; 
When  going  in,  the  eldest  child 

I  saw  upon  his  knees. 
I  paused,  and  listened  to  the  boy : 

He  never  raised  his  head, 
But  still  went  on,  and  said,  "Give  us 

This  day  our  daily  bread." 

I  waited  till  the  child  was  done, 

Still  listening  as  he  prayed ; 
And  when  he  rose  I  asked  him  why 

The  Lord's  prayer  he  had  said. 
"Why,  sir,"  said  he,  "this  morning,  when 

My  mother  went  away, 
She  wept,  she  saiH,  because  she  had 

No  bread  for  us  to-day. 

"  She  said  we  children  now  must  starve, 
Our  father  being  dead ;" 
And  then  I  told  her  not  to  cry, 
For  I  could  get  some  bread. 
Our  Father,'  sir,  the  prayer  begins, 
Which  makes  me  think  that  He, 
As  we  have  got  no  father  here, 
Would  our  kind  Father  be. 

DR.  HAWKS. 


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59,      "I  WANT  TO  BE  AN  ANGEL." 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand ; 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

I  never  would  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear ; 
But  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands, 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive ; 
For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 

And  lay  me  down  to  die, 
0 !  send  a  shining  angel, 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky. 


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Oh,  there  I'll  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand. 
And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

60.  GOD'S  BLESSING  ASKED. 

Tune — "Brown." 

0  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still : 
0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will. 

0  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Conduct  my  footsteps  to  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear 

Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands ; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 

Offend  against  my  God. 


74  THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

61.  THE  SABBATH. 

Tune. — "Portuguese  Hymn" 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest ; 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love  best ; 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

Oh,  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play; 
Kemembering  these  seasons  were  graciously  given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 

In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence  and  fear, 
When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere ; 
In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it  with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me  there. 

Instruct  me,  my  Saviour ;  a  child  though  I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways, 
I  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  give  theo 
the  praise. 

62.  DEAR  FATHER,  ERE  WE  PART. 

German  Melody. 

Dear  Father,  ere  we  part, 
Now  let  thy  grace  descend, 

And  fill  each  youthful  heart 

With  peace,  from  Christ,  our  friend ; 


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May  showers  of  blessings  from  above 
Descend  and  fill  our  hearts  with  love, 
Descend  and  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

May  we,  in  after  years, 

With  gratitude  review 
The  service  of  this  day, 

The  works  we  now  pursue ; 
And  speed  our  way  to  worlds  above, 
With  hearts  all  fired  with  holy  love, 
With  hearts  all  fired  with  holy  love. 

We  know  that  soon  on  earth 

The  fondest  ties  must  end, 
Our  own  most  cherished  hopes 

To  death's  cold  hand  must  bend  ; 
The  fairest  flowers,  in  all  their  bloom, 
Must  soon  lie  withered  in  the  tomb, 
Must  soon  lie  withered  in  the  tomb. 

Then,  when  our  spirits  leave 

These  tenements  of  clay, 
May  they,  to  God  who  gave, 

Ascend,  in  endless  day, 
To  join  with  parents,  teachers,  friends, 
That  anthem  sweet  which  never  ends, 
That  anthem  sweet  which  never  ends. 


76  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

[Plymouth  Collection. 

63.    "LORD,  TEACH  A  LITTLE  CHILD  TO 
PRAY." 

C.  M. — Tune. — "Cross  and  Croti-n." 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray ; 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 

Renew  my  sinful  heart. 

A  fallen  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  my  birth  I  strayed : 

I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 

But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 
And  wash  away  their  stain ; 

Can  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

To  him  let  little  children  come, 
For  he  hath  said  they  may ; 

His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 
Shall  surely  taste  his  love ; 

Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 


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L.  M.  [Songs  of  Zion. 

64.  REST. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  Oh,  for  me 

May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be : 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

[S.  S.  Hymns. 

65.  JOYFULLY,  JOYFULLY. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above : 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  mercy  says  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go ; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  rest  we  in  Heaven. 
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78  THE     HOME      SONG     BOOK. 

Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  before ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing,  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome — 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

Death,  with  his  arrow,  may  soon  lay  us  low, 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  the  blow ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  sceptre  be  gone, 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


66.  THE  CHILD'S  DESIRE. 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 

I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my 
head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 


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And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when 
he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, 

In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to  prepare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 

And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  Heaven." 

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2  I  saw  him  cast  a  little  stone 

Into  that  peaceful  tide, 
And  watch  the  wavelets  one  by  one, 
Spread  circling  far  and  wide. 

3  I  thought  about  a  purer  wave, 

For  all  the  nations  given, 
The  precious  blood  a  Saviour  gave 
To  make  us  meet  for  heaven. 

4  Dear  children,  if  your  hearts  you  bring, 

Where  those  bright  waters  glide, 
As  spread  each  gently  circling  ring 
Upon  that  quiet  tide; — 

5  So  from  each  heart  beneath  that  wave 

Sweet  influence  may  spring. 
Some  distant  heart  from  death  to  save, 
Some  soul  to  heaven  to  bring. 

6  Far  as  the  ocean's  waves  extend, 

Far  as  earth's  shores  are  spread, 
So  far  that  heart  its  love  may  send, 
For  which  a  Saviour  bled ! 


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And  carol  sweet  their  lays  ; 
In  nature's  temple  they  repeat 
Their  great  Creator's  praise  : 
Then  haste,  &c. 

3  From  valley,  field,  and  mountain  air, 

They  pour  their  warbling  strains, 
And  in  one  chorus  loud  declare, 
That  God  for  ever  reigns  : 

Then  haste,  &c. 


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That  consecrated  place, 
"We'll  listen  to  God's  holy  word, 
And  seek  his  pard'ning  grace  : 
Then  haste,  &c. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Our  songs  to  God  we'll  raise, 
While  millions  more  with  us  rejoice, 
And  join  in  prayer  and  praise  : 
Then  haste,  &c. 


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Christ  is  its  sun  ; 
Light  from  whose  orb  sublime 

Shines  ever  on  : 
Adieu  the  earth  for  aye — 
Spirit,  burst  thy  bonds  of  clay  5 
Haste  thither,  hast  away  ; 

"  In  Christ  we're  one." 

3  Earth's  charms  shall  ne'er  decay 

Thee  back  again ; 


86  THE      HOME      SONG      BOOK. 

For  earth  hath  not  a  joy 

Without  its  pain : 
Bliss  is  a  thing  that  seems ; 
Hopes  are  only  fleeting  dreams — 
Till  death  in  Christ  redeems, 

All,  all  is  is  vain. 

4  On  to  thy  happy  home, 
No  more  to  sigh  ; 
Where  sin  nor  sorrow  come, 

Where  none  may  die  : 
On  to  that  happy  clime  ; — 
0 ,  break  forth,  thou  Sun  sublime  ! 
Angel !  I  bide  my  time, 
To  soar  on  high.  J.  C.  I. 


HYMN  2.— The  Happy  Land. 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, — 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  : 
O  how  they  sweetly  sing, 

WTorthy  is  our  Saviour  King  ; 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 

For  evermore. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  you  doubting  stand? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 


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Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die  : 
O,  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

Reign  evermore. 


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May  find  in  heaven  a  happy  home  : 

I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go— 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  School. 

2  In  God's  own  book  we're  taught  to  read 
How  Christ  for  sinners  groan'd  and  bled  ; 
That  precious  blood  a  ransom  gave 

For  sinful  man — his  soul  to  save  : 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  School. 

3  In  Sabbath  School  we  sing  and  pray, 
And  learn  to  love  the  sabbath-day  : 
That  when  on  earth  our  sabbaths  end, 
A  glorious  rest  in  heaven  we'll  spend  : 

I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  School. 

4  And  when  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
We'll  meet  in  heaven  to  part  no  more  : 
Our  teachers  kind  we  there  shall  greet, 
And  0 !  what  joy  'twill  be  to  meet, 

In  heaven  above — in  heaven  above — 
In  heaven  above,  to  part  no  more. 


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2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  tbrough- 
Now  have  reach'd  that  heav'nly  seat, 

They  have  ever  kept  in  view? 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  j" 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;" 
"I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;" 

"  I  from  islands  of  the  main." 


"  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  ; 
Each  the  welcome  '  Come'  awaits, 

Conq'rors  over  death  and  sin  !" 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates ! 

Let  the  little  trav'lers  in  ! 


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See  every  one  array  Jd  ; 
Dwelling  in  everlastiug  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade — 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  ; 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

3  "What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heav'n  so  bright  and  fair, 
"Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  ! — 
How  came  these  children  there  ? 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  ! 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory . 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 

Behold  them  white  and  clean- 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory : 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory, 

5  On  earth  they  Sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
Aud  stand  before  the  Lamb — 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  : 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 


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2  And  still,  though  to  heaven  in  glory  ascended,. 

Unchanged  do  his  meekness  and  mercy  remain  ; 
For  us  are  his  kind  invitations  intended, 

And  we  may  his  presence  and  blessing  obtain  : 
E'er  now  in  his  gospel  he  passes  before  us, 

"With  words  and  with  works  of  compassion  and  love  ; 
His  eye  is  upon  us, — his  arm  is  stretched  o'er  us, 

To  guard  and  to  guide  us  to  mansions  above. 

3  In  the  dear  Sabbath  School  we're  especially  near  him  ; 

For  here  is  his  great  condescension  display'd  ; 
We  sit  at  his  feet,  both  to  see  and  to  hear  him, 

And  learn  the  sweet  truths  in  his  gospel  convey'd  : 
Then  thanks  to  the  teachers,  who  pitied  our  blindness, 

And  led  us  from  downward  and  dangerous  ways  ; 
And  thanks  to  the  Lord,  who  in  merciful  kindness 

Has  help'd  them  to  tune  our  young  lips  to  his  praise. 

4  And  still  in  our  love  and  wisdom  confiding, 

Their  lessons  of  truth  we  will  learn  and  obey  ; 
With  diligent  minds  we  will  follow  their  guiding, 

And  all  their  kind  care  with  affection  repay  : 
And  0  !  when  our  last  sabbath  sun  has  descended, 

And  life's  precious  day  of  probation  is  o'er — 
May  we,  by  the  same  faithful  Guardian  attended, 

Our  Saviour  in  bliss  and  in  glory  adore. 


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How  his  tender  limbs  are  torn! 
For  a  royal  crown  of  gold, 

They  have  made  him  one  of  thorn! 
Cruel  hands,  that  dare  to  bind 
Thorns  upon  a  brow  so  kind ! 
Cruel  hands,  &c. 

3  See,  the  blood  is  falling  fast 

From  his  forehead  and  his  side  ! 

Hark  !  he  now  has  breathed  his  last ! 

With  a  mighty  groan  he  died ! 


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Children,  shall  I  tell  you  why 
Jesus  condescends  to  die  ? 
Children,  shall  I,  &c. 

4  You  were  wretched,  weak,  and  vil£  ; 

You  deserved  his  holy  frown  ! 
But  he  saw  you  with  a  smile, 

And  to  save  you  hastened  down ! 
Listen,  children  :  this  is  why 
Jesus  condescends  to  die  : 
Listen,  children,  &c. 

5  Come,  then,  children,  come  and  see  ; 

Lift  your  little  hands  to  pray  ; 
"  Blessed  Jesus,  pardon  me — 

Help  a  guilty  sinner,"  say  ; 
"  Since  it  was  for  such  as  I 
Thou  didst  condescend  to  die  V1 
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2  With  worship  in  its  perfumed  heart, 

The  blossom  lifts  its  eye  ; 
The  insects  trump  their  humble  part, 

The  brook  is  singing  by  : 
"With  plumed  wing  the  little  bird 

Sings  in  the  shelt'ring  grave  : 
And  with  them  all  the  voice  is  heard — 

It  says,  "  Our  God  is  love. " 

3  0  may  that  voice  in  childhood's  days 

Within  our  hearts  be  found  ! 
0  may  we  join  that  song  of  praise, 

Breathed  forth  from  all  around ! 
And  thus  our  earth  begin  the  song, 

Now  heard  in  heaven  above, 
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'Tis  here  thy  people  meet ; 
And  we  have  learned  there  still  is  room  ; 
We  bow  beneath  thy  feet 

3  To  thee  we  give  this  sacred  hour, 

In  thee  our  souls  confide  ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  power, 
Our  feet  shall  never  slide. 


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2  We're  all  children  of  one  Father, 

That  great  God  who  reigns  above ; 
Shall  we  quarrel  ?  No  :  much  rather 
Would  we  dwell,  like  him  in  love. 

3  He  has  placed  us  here  together, 

That  we  may  be  good  and  kind  ; 
He  is  ever  watching  whether 
We  are  one  in  heart  and  mind. 

4  Who  is  stronger  than  the  other? 

Let  him  be  the  weak  one's  friend  ; 
Who's  more  playthings  than  his  brother? 
He  should  like  to  give  or  lend. 

5  All  they  have  they  share  with  others, 

With  kind  looks  and  gentle  words  : 
Thus  they  love  like  happy  brothers, 
And  are  known  to  be  the  Lord's. 


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A  sinful  child  is  he — 
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How  sad  a  sight  to  see ! 
He  runs  the  path  that  leads  from  God — 
He  treads  the  broad,  frequented  road, 

With  wild  and  careless  glee  : 

A  sinful  child  is  he— A  sinful  child,  &c. 

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He  sells  his  soul  without  a  gain, 

What  shall  its  ransom  be? 
Down  to  the  gates  of  endless  woe, 
The  wretched  swearer  soon  will  go — 

Such  would  these  children  be  ? 

A  wicked  child  is  he — A  wicked  child,  &c. 

The  child  who  loves  the  way  of  Truth, 

A  happy  child  is  he— 
He  chooses  Wisdom's  path  in  youth — 

Forever  happy  he ! 
The  sinner's  path  he  learns  to  shun  ; 
The  way  of  peace  he  loves  to  run  ; 

A  pleasant  sight  to  see  ! 

A  happy  child  is  he— A  happy  child,  &c. 


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Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Feed  you  by  his  tender  care  : 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
He  became  a  child  just  like  you ; 
Here  he  suffer'd  to  redeem  you ; 
And  at  last  he  died  to  save  you  : 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 

3  Trust  him,  he  will  ne'er  forget  you 

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No.  he  never  will  forsake  you  : 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
None  from  his  strong  hand  can  pluck  you  ; 
His  almighty  arm  protects  you  : 
Loving  one,  he  ever  loves  you  : 

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2  Just  like  pretty  little  lambs 
Softly  skipping  by  their  dams, 
We'll  be  gentle  all  the  day, 
Love  to  learn  as  well  as  play  ; 
And  attend  to  every  rule 

Of  our  much-loved  Infant  School. 

3  In  the  winter,  when  'tis  mild, 
We  may  run,  but  not  be  wild  ; 
But  in  summer  we  must  walk, 
And  improve  the  time  by  talk ; 
Then  we  shall  come  nice  and  cool 
To  our  much-loved  Infant  School. 


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And  now  can  do  no  more  ; 

The  bitterness  of  death  is  past, 

And  all  thy  sufferings  o'er. 

3  Thy  gentle  spirit  passed  away 

'Mid  pain  the  most  severe  ; 
So  great  we  could  not  wish  thy  stay 
A  moment  longer  here. 

4  Thou  minglest  now  in  that  bright  throng 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
And  join'st  the  everlasting  song 
With  those  before  thee  gone. 

5  O,  who  could  wish  thy  longer  stay 

In  such  a  world  as  this, 
Since  thou  hast  gained  the  realms  of  day, 
And  pure,  undying  bliss  ? 


